#you can’t let this gayass bitch be better

[depressedrevolutionariesinlove]

“I think, if I’m made to reflect his light, with him looking at me like this, we could burn the world to ashes.”

Lore

It’s certainly been a while, and I feel compelled to let you know some of the backstory/context behind why I’m here:

So, I was born in a country where being any form of gay is illegal; we’re talking indefinite imprisonment, torture, etc. This is is the main reason why I was drawn to historical Laurens and Hamilton—they could relate. (Add to that them having to think about the logistics of revolution and government, which I also did for separate reasons lol.) They were honestly good motivation and made me push myself more than I thought I could. My old education system was terrible and clearly meant to NOT make people equipped to live in a democratic or tolerant society. I looked beyond it, and a lot of what I learned was just to understand what the hell those gayasses were referencing, and hey, it worked.

Over the past year, I worked on getting out. Applying to schools, making a portfolio, and not working myself to death.

I’m now writing from my U.S. college campus. I’m officially out of there. I have a tiny pride flag on my desk that I can’t legally get killed for. Whenever the lack of family/connections gets to me, I look at it and remember that it was absolutely worth it. It’s great to be here. It’s being able to breathe.

Now that I’m settled, I’ll be making stuff for here as I have the time, most likely during breaks. I would literally not have human rights if it weren’t for this, so it’ll continue to be important to me.

So yeah! special thanks to tumblr users @john-laurens and @ciceroprofacto for really getting me into the interesting stuff (read SOA, linked above). Thanks to everyone reading this—I do read most asks even if I haven’t been great at responding so far. And lastly, thank you to James Flint from Black Sails (and the concept of gay rage.)

[novemberfyshenuke]

Emergency Rescue (Fem!Knives/reader)

|Summary: You're a medical volunteer tasked with retrieving the dead bodies and injured people from JuLai. That is until you stumble upon an injured angel. |

“Guide your eyes away.” She scowls, her sharp blue eyes staring deeply into yours. You recognize the striking feathers that fold in closer to her form, creating a shield that prevents you from moving closer without them jittering and fiercely sticking up. A PLANT.

That doesn’t seem right to you in your head, but it really is the only thing that could possibly explain your predicament. The inhumane beauty, the powerful energy that surrounds her. Your gut refuses to believe any thought from your brain. To you, it is ridiculous. A PLANT? This woman? Could PLANTs even be like humans? Were they not just another power source for the last stand of humanity that stationed themselves on this planet?

Fear builds in your heart and spreads like a fire across your body. The murderous intent behind her hazy, half-conscious eyes were enough to dig you a grave in the very spot you stand. But as an emergency medic, you refused to let it stop you from helping your patient.

You steel yourself and then you become conscious to every grain of sand that makes contact with your gloved hands and masked face. “I’m a medical volunteer; please calm down, ma’am, I’m here to help.”

At the sound of your voice, her wings seem to grow more alert, like an injured prey that fails to convince its predator of the danger that stands before them. She grits her teeth, a forceful bite that forms a smile. If you hadn’t known any better, you thought she had bit down on a sour fruit.

“Hah…hah! You…I don’t need your help.” Her voice was as coarse as the sand and yet as sweet as a thick poison that would burn your tongue and straight through your stomach. You almost considered agreeing with her words. You wanted to walk away from this situation, save yourself before you end up a mess like the carcasses you and your comrades had to retrieve. It wouldn’t cost you anything; side from a guilty conscious. But you remember your training in that moment. You remember how clear your instructor’s words were and how much of a responsibility it truly is to be a volunteer. Cowering like a bitch in an alley cornered by children with wooden sticks was not something you planned to be.

You place your hands on your hips, biting your lip as you observed the situation. “I understand that ma’am. I won’t force you to be treated if you refuse to. Just know, that I will still be calling a rescue team alright? We’ll get a doctor here who will be able to treat you properly.”

 You stumble over your words; a newborn calf would be better off than whatever you were doing. As you reach for the radio on your belt, the woman exclaims before falling onto the sand. You rush to her side, sliding on your knees as you look over her body. As best you could, that is. The wings that guarded her from you still provided a barrier between you and her, her icy expression not letting up. “No! No, doctors!”

The billowing winds of the wasteland makes the sweat along your chin cool your frenzied brain as your eyes dart about her form. What a stubborn patient. You think to yourself. What a beautiful patient. Your gayass can’t focus on the important details.

“…If the time comes that you fall unconscious, I won’t have a choice but to treat you. But if you don’t trust me, please let me know if there’s anyone else, you’d like to treat you, alright?”

Her breaths are ragged as she continues to glare at you. The intensity of that anger could only be rivaled by the two suns that burn right though the layers of clothing that protected you. “No one else is allowed to see me like this.”

She staggers to her knees then falls back on her elbows. And a glimpse was given to you. A large gash along her side traveled from her stomach all the way to her thigh. You glance down, swallowing thickly as you come to realize the sand stained with red beneath your boots. You squeeze your eyes shut, shaky breath filling your lungs.

“Ma’am you’re in need of serious medical care. Please.” You practically begged, urging her but remaining an arm’s length away. She shakes her head and the long blond hair falls from her shoulders and over her heaving figure. “Go away. I am sparing your feeble existence, and you still choose to be a nuisance.”

Those were the last words that escape her before she drops. You swiftly caught her head in your arms, a long exhale escaping through your teeth. You were quick o your feet, hands just as rapid to tie bandages along her open cuts after dousing them in water from your canteen.

The suns pour their blessing on you, something you find hard to appreciate as you carry this beautiful angel along your back to your personal caravan. The blistering heat makes wams pop from the ground—all kinds from large to the smallest kind, to hunt for their prey.

Unbeknownst to you, they also kept their eyes trained on your weary character.

You grunt as you maneuver in front of the door, pushing through much easier compared to your travel to your home. The wings on her back had folded into her skin, melding as if iron to steel. The one look you got made your jaw drop. But what about her hasn’t already made your jaw drop?

Inside your little haven, you place her delicately on the sheets. The messy spread of blood does not cease. You garner the courage for your makeshift operation, peeling away the bandages to work on her wounds. Unlike before, when the gorgeous woman had her eyes train on you, those calloused hands were steady as they stitched up the deep gashes in her body and along her arm. There’s nothing to do about her lost leg but control the bleeding.

As a medical practitioner, you were against doing so many impulsive things all at once. But you gave your word. You would not breath a word about her existence. Wait a moment—did you say that? Or was it simply a selfish thought? No, surely not. You’re not that much of a fool.

You would glance back at her as you’re about to walk out of your caravan. While you fight with the conflicting emotions your mortal mind can barely handle, the complexities that lay on hers only make you more curious. A bad dream. You think to yourself, watching her shift and mumble in her sleep.

You had a duty, and so you crossed that border once again.

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“I don’t want it.” You frown, placing down the bowl on the bedside table. Porridge isn’t the meal you’d normally see upper class having, but it had other benefits to it as well. Like being delicious. And keeping you from dying.

The woman you had rescued barely uttered a word other than her complaints and refusal. Barely anything has changed since the day she’s entered your life. She still scowls at you like you’re a piece of trash on the road; and you still worship every part of her being, isn’t that, right?

“You need to eat to get your strength back, Ms. Angel.” She only turned away to look out the window. Ms. Angel. You think you’re clever for the name you gave her. You’re not. Even she thinks so. But she still refuses to give her name.

With her nose stuck up high in the air, she clicks her tongue. “I don’t need to eat like you, human. I don’t even need to rest. All this is simply hindering my healing process.”

The same song and dance every few weeks. You end up conceding to her will every single time even though you had many doubts about it. This time around, you are more curious to see what she means. “What can I do to help you heal?”

Her eyes snap back to you in an instant. You’ve captured her interest. That was a first. You finally get to glimpse deeply into those deep ocean eyes after a long season of drought. It was your paradise. It made your heart skip a beat.

It was so enthralling that she manages to convince you to break into the closest PLANT center. With you as a crutch, she is able to guide you along the hall. Hand dragging across the metal walls, the two of you stealthily make it to the engine room. There it was. The main source of the city, the place where the produce and resources are greatly dependent on. The last piece of ancient technology given to humanity; a PLANT.

Her breath hitches in her throat and she shoves you away, the both of you landing on the floor with a loud thud. Concerned, you whisper over at her only to be left in her dust. She claws at the metal, nails digging into them in a monstrous way. Her desperation was palpable and you froze in your spot immediately.

She reaches for the glass, panting as her eyes close shut. She seemed so delicate, so breathtakingly divine you could almost throw up. But no, God no, you wouldn’t. Not in her presence.

And just then, you witness yet another phenomenon. The PLANT unfurls, meeting the angel’s hands from the other side of the glass and pressing its head along the surface. They mirror each other as a bright light engulfs the vicinity. You shield your eyes and hold your breath. The ringing in your ear almost convinces you you’re dead.

It’s only the sound of her calling your name that breaks you from that line of thought. She’s illuminated by the clandestine light of the PLANT; her once missing leg had been restored. A graceful smirk compliments her expression as she flexes her now healed body. You quickly realized what this means.

After all this time she’s been uttering curses and wishing death upon you. Perhaps this was truly the end of you. This beautiful angel as the last thing that ferries you to your death. So, you hold your head low, fighting back the plea that would surely escape you. You are human. The urges to survive and flee were built into you like a house of matchsticks. Each one was capable of starting a fire from the least bit of pressure.

“Get up, you oaf.” She snorts. Her foot presses on your hand, enough to wake you from your moments of reflection. When you meet her eyes, a sinister expression was what greeted you. The wings that you first found her bloodied form wrapped in had extended proudly behind her, flapping gently as if stretching the muscles that had not been used for a time.

Her eyes look back at the PLANT and you can see how the light plays in her eyes. Intricate markings and devious schemes seem to flood those pools. “We still have one more thing to do.”

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You don’t understand yourself. People say that impulsive decisions are made under pressure, but even you, a girl-obsessed individual, comprehend just how senseless this all was.

The woman slices apart the military militia transport that was trailing behind you with ease. The view you had from the rearview mirror made your heart leap. Her hand had formed a large blade, reaching for the moon as it destroys everything in its path. She laughs uncaringly, it was a sound that would give anyone goosebumps—but not you. You were an abnormal one.

The caravan shakes as she lands on top, feathery appendages blocking your view on the sand for a moment. Not like you were paying attention to whatever was in front of you. Her head appears by the window, “Keep driving South until you pass that giant rock 30 yards from here.”

A puzzled sound gurgles in your throat. You may have used the last three brain cells in your brain to help this goddess, but you were sure she got her measurements wrong. She rolls her eyes, simply signing for you to keep your eyes ahead.

 You pop your head out of the driver side window and witness the massacre that ensues as your accomplice jumps from one car to the next. Your eyes catch on to the bright blue being that has haphazardly been tied to your caravan. Oh, your idiocy knows no bounds. Your foot slams hard on the gas and you speed pass that giant boulder that creates a looming shadow from the moon. Now that you get a good look at it, it really looks like a star.

You find a space between the rock and the sand. Once the vehicle is parked, you stumble out of the driver seat. All of a sudden you feel nauseous. The queasy feeling you tried to fight off ever since encountering those militia officers hits you all at once. Wind beckons you to be courageous, inviting you.

“If you can barely handle that, how do you expect to do our next expeditions?” you wipe the edge of your mouth. You hadn’t thrown up just yet and the bile was swallowed back down as she flies down in front of you.

She circles around your swaying form and towards the PLANT on top of the caravan. You had expected nothing from her and yet you still felt let down when your presence was disregarded. Nevermind that, you really can’t hold back the bubbling in our stomach.

“Your existence might be of long-term use after all.” She swoops down in front of you, her being truly expected respect. She smiles. This one was the closest to a genuine one you had seen from her. You would have almost believed it had you not spotted the cold and objectifying glint in her eyes.

You were a tool—a way for her to obtain whatever twisted goal she wished to achieve and oddly enough, you did not mind.

You open your mouth to respond only to gag as the vomit pours from your lips and onto her white clothing. She barely reacts, but you hear her sigh in exasperation and curse under her breath. She glares at you, arms remained folded into each other. “You…”

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Happy Women's History Month.

[ma-lark-ey]

WE’RE BACK BITCHES.

Okay so, I’m currently in finals hellscape. In the interest of reading this as fast as possible, I have therefore forsaken complete unabridged liveblogging in favour of giving more quotes/in depth thoughts rather than screaming into the void (thats what my boyfriends dms are for)

Anyways;

CHAPTER NINE:

Oh they’re watching Jeopardy… Love you sm

Jean relearning social cues. Autism. Real footage of him at USC

Cat is planning several murders as we speak. i love her. Also COOKING BESTIES. TEACH THAT WHITE BOY TO COOL ALVAREZ HELL YEAH.

oh they’re about to learn about the fuckass schedule.

“To show that we can still have fun and excel without resorting to poison.” Jean’s having an eye opening evening fr

Not to concern everyone ever for my wellbeing but me and my boy’s dynamic is so jerejean coded.

The Trojans are going to tear their hair out trying to explain to Jean that food is not, in fact, an inconvenience but is, in fact, something necessary to life that should be enjoyed and savoured.

fascinated by whatevers happening between Jeremy and Bryson. studying them like bugs.

Hold hold hold on with Jeremy’s blond now… oh we’re SO committing to the golden boy black cat vibe

Gene Moore 💀💀💀

THE FAKE FRENCH. CAT YOURE PERFECT NEVER CHANGE GIRL

“You’re as socialized as a stray dog” STOP

Jeremy’s so big brother coded.

GRABBED HIS CHIN??? AYO IS THIS SAY YES TO THE DRESS OR SAY YES TO THE—

theyre sooooooo.

Jean really did have to reboot his entire brain seeing Jeremy blond, huh? gayass.

CHAPTER TEN:

Oh. my god.

Jean fr out here not knowing how the fuck to respond to anything.

the implications of this. I. Jean…

HIM JUST LISTING OFF FACTS OF GRAYSON OBJECTIVELY?

Respect Cat’s response to Jean hitting Laila actually. All three of the Trojans are quickly realizing how in over their heads they are & Jean is having to figure out that he’s NOT in danger. sobs.

“He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.” theyre his friends…

I’m literally obsessed with the cardboard dog.

FIRST TEARS OF THE BOOK! “At least keep it down. I’ve got to be on the court in two hours,”

Jean it is okay to have boundaries. I. sighs so heavily. Please go to therapy.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

“This heinous crime was committed against you, against all of you, but you’re not angry about it.”

“if you say it was your fault, i’ll trip you.”

oh yeah. its all coming together.

AYO LUCAS WATCH YOUR MOUTH

“They shouldn’t have said yes when you asked.” “I didnt ask.” OW. OW OW OW OW OOWNCSJSBSB

God.

“You are not them. Kevin would not have sent me here if you were.” SCREAMS. OKAY THATS FINE

BETSY!! BETSY!! BETSY!!

CHAPTER TWELVE:

Finally someones looking into the fucking Ravens HOW did they get away with this 😭💀

I just know with such certainty Kevin has not been sober for several days. Guaranteed.

Jeremy & Jean is literally SOOO unstoppable force meets an immovable object. tell me im wrong.

I need to stop watching anime. archetype terms from anime infesting my brain whole reading this like a parasyte get out of my HEAD.

(Hi besties. It’s been two days. Curse my catholic liberal arts school making me put Jean Moreau in a drawer to make presentations on Protestant Fundamentalists just to remind my class about cults. Bro I have better cults (re: the Ravens) to read about)

“Do not let it bother you,” Jean said, setting his racquet aside so he could finish getting dressed. “It will not affect my performance on the court.”

“That’s not the issue. Your parents are supposed to love and protect you, not—“ Jeremy gestured helplessly toward Jean. “I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine what that was like for you.”

“Imagine getting changed so we can practice.”

Jean be so fucking real with me right now you did not 😭😭 boy got JOKES does he???

Jeremy is so gay for Jean its so cute I love them

“As your captain and your partner, don’t I at least deserve the chance to not be a villain in your story?”   "You are

A lot of Jean’s trauma responses are gut punches. A lot of what we’ve learned of him rips out your heart the second you read it. But his speed showers is something that grows more and more haunting the longer you think on it because like… A shower is supposed to be a comfortable resetting place at the end of a long day. It’s supposed to be somewhere to allow an emotional release or catharsis. There’s a reason showers are so often used in poetic ways. But even that simple act of cleanliness or hygiene has been stripped from him. That little ounce of dignity is not something Riko allowed him. Not something ANY of the Ravens allowed him. And I just…

THE RESPONSE TO LISINSKI SHOVING HIM IM GOING TO DIE.

Jean, anytime he’s near water:

(its not funny I’m crying about him this is me coping)

“That meant some part of Jean understood that what had happened to him was a monstrous crime.”

Cat & Laila actively accommodating Jean’s food restrictions instead of trying to force him to completely unlearn his mindset overnight. They’re so important

Jean keeping the notebooks and magnets and postcards is something i feel viscerally in my soul. I understand him so implicitly I’m concerned.

Thank God someone in this series finally has a FUCKING GAYDAR.

THE FLOOZY LINE??

“Pat and Ananya have wanted to fuck Cody’s brains out for almost a year now. I really thought Cody moving in with them this summer was going to finally get that ball moving, but apparently not. It’s getting kind of pitiful.”

CAT. YOU REALLY JUST SAID THAT HUH.

LESBIANS !!!

So sad we got no Jean reaction to this commentary. I just know he was frog blinking at them.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

Jean: oh. oh this bitch is *gay*. how do we feel about that brain? complicated? Yeah. Checks out.

Jean is so real for just having no social skill whatsoever. Me too.

Cody why are you so oblivious. HE’S RUBBING CIRCLES ON YOUR ANKLE? stop.

I am not living, laughing, OR loving.

JEAN CHECKING WITH CAT ON IF CODY WAS SAFE? lays on the floor and cries

The dynamics between the Trojans is completely perfect and amazing in every way shape and form. Also Laila & Cat literally picking Jean up like a rescue pitbull <<3

The Trojans are the KINGS of petty.

TRANS KING TRANS KING TRANS KINGS

Jean be out here just like “Oh thats chill” at literally all of the queerness surrounding him but then be out here like “No *I* cant be gay because thats *wrong*” sir what is happening in your lizard brain.

Jeremy being patient in re-teaching Jean less aggressive techniques >> the coaches recognizing Jean is attempting to do better >> he’s just a GUY.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

Jeremy is going to teach this man to have fun even if it kills him

Impromptu intervention I LOVE them. THEY SOLVED THE RIDDLE !!

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.”

It wouldn’t work, but it did. Jean opened his eyes to meet Jeremy’s stare. “I told you not to ask me about him.”

I am neither living, laughing, nor loving

“Be careful with it.” Kevin said. “Be careful with him.” “I’m trying.”

JEREMY KNOX LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE

the hug….

can we cuddle pile 2.0 right now gang. please.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

“I am not a Raven.” NO THE FUCK YOURE NOT BABY BOY!! HELL YEAH !!

YES JEAN. Beat his ASS Jean

“You are lucky to have lost him.” PREACH JEAN

Lucas and Jean’s conversation is HAUNTING because you KNOW Lucas is piecing it together but wont admit it until he hears it

Jeremy’s family is FASCINATING

(hi. so. my commentary for chapters 16 & 17 did not. save.

HOWEVER!! I'm going to make another post that's literally just TSC but all the quotes I highlighted, so... Instead tak this vague reeanactment of what ti should have been;) LUCAS DO NOT. LUCAS SAY SIKE.

god. *head in hands*

Rhemann is the love of my life. He's perfect. No notes.

SHE'S DEAD????

Wymack call... I was not ready.

"That's illegal, just so you know."

Never change, Josten

"Do you have anyone who can take on local work?"

NEVER CHANGE, JOSTEN

*slowly lays flat on the floor* okay this is fine.

peace out. Until next liveblog

Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

[misano17]

so uhh, ahahah. More villainess Mika brainrot I’m so fucking sorry.

so I figured out some important world building things.

first up it’s one big empire comprised of a bunch of tiny kingdoms. Think Holy Roman Empire or America but if every state was florida (ie beautiful landscape, batshit government)

so each noble house is named after a bird. <3

And the bird titles encompass the head family of that house and also all of their subordinate families.

so, for instance, the house of Crows is run by the Itsuki family. The Narukami family is also part of the house of Crows but they don’t run it because they are a subordinate family. Cool, cool.

anyways the main imperial house is the house of Crows so Shu has ultimate authority (this is a bad thing actually)(“who let this man run an empire, what malicious god put him on that throne?” I say as I hand myself a mirror)

so this empire is only staying together thanks to fancy blood magic, imma be completely fucking honest. Each heir or main noble for their respective house is bound by blood to serve the emperor. The rightful heir/ruler of each house has a blood curse that will force them to obey the emperor if he uses his gayass funky magic. This will be plot relevant.

also I’m so sorry to anyone who wants Arashi to have a nice boyfriend/girlfriend. I’m putting her with Izumi. I’m so sorry. I apologize. But like, I’m sorry, he’s so, so fucking stupid and I think a punch to the ribs would fix him. Arashi can provide that for him, and then they can makeout.

listen I love NaruShuMika but I can’t do that to her in this au. These bitches are too fucked up and Arashi deserves better (like Izumi is any better but honestly I can’t wait to write him fucking malding)

Also everything here is subject to change but imma explain the blood magic in more depth real quick:

✨conditions + other bs✨ 1. This curse only applies to the head of the family. Members of subordinate families cannot be subject to it.

2. it is not passed down by blood, the curse is tied to the actual position or assumed right to lead the territory. 3. when the head of a noble family does try to act up and do stupid shit like disobey a direct order when the emperor is using his power they are met with extreme pain. Think like, maggots eating you from the inside <3 legit feels like you’re rotting while alive. The pain doesn’t actually leave any damage btw, it’s like phantom pains. Nothing is actually wrong you’re just having a really bad time.

4. “if it’s just the head of the house why don’t the other nobles rise up and try to gain independence from the house of Crows?” A plethora of reasons, one, all of their surrounding neighbors are also cursed and would have to attack them so they’d be wiped out. Second, vampire society is built on rigid hierarchies. If your leader is doing something so are you. Third, they don’t really have a reason to rebel. The noble houses are well taken care of, and the common folk don’t actually care? Let me put it this way, the position is cursed, not the family, so if the family sucks, the people will deal with them and get a new family in charge of their territory.

There’s more to get into but I don’t want to. Also there is one human house. The house of Nightingales. But uhh, it got fucking dunked on and burnt out of existence. Execution order and all that. No more nobles plus it kind of got assimilated into the house of Crows?? Kind of, it’s more like Arashi’s dad overseeing it. It’s weird Dw about it. (ie if I go on there are spoilers so I won’t be Lmao)

Also ShuMika stuff. I’m planning on having their vibe flip flop between Shu being like “oh my goodness, look at him, the man of all time, I want to eat him.” To “I will find Kira, using this specific code at this specific time the killer known as Kira will fall for this ruse and reveal his identity. If he eats the cake I know he’s pretending to be someone he’s not” so Shu’s having fun. Every time he comes over to Mika’s house Arashi is on the verge of punching him and causing a national incident.

anyways can’t wait to write conflicted fanboy Mika who really want to get close to Shu cuz ya know, that’s his favorite otome game character, but also wants to avoid him like the plague cuz, haha death. Anyways this creepy little spoinglo is gonna start collecting Shu’s broken pencils or something idk man, just something fucking weird. He deserves to be a little weird and jealous, as a treat. Listen, Shu will find it endearing or something cuz he thinks it’s an expression of Mika’s hidden affections because Shu thinks that so many people want him that Mika is simply keeping himself out of the public eye so that Shu has less stress to deal with.

i hate them so much.

nah Shu you’re fucking delusional he’s just being a creepy spoinglo leave him alone he doesn’t want you carnally he’s just a fan of you. No he doesn’t want your hand in marriage, go back to searching for the Nightingale prince please.

[chixxly]

HUGE THREAD AND RANT!

Please get tf out of the BakuDeku tag- I calmly scroll through amazing bakudeku bloggers then see this crappy shit. And imma rant too since thats what I do. 

 ALSO //SPOILERS//

First of all saying that they don’t have a developed relationship is by far the most idiotic thing I have ever fucking seen. And also saying they don’t have a good relationship.. Honestly I will sit back and laugh at your embarrassing ass because the WHOLE dynamic of them is about their relationship getting better.

For example this is old middle school Katsuki who is now dead. Perished, ashes, what shoes he got on in his casket? Representing the old Bakugou who used to bully Midoriya is now dead and will never come back. (This is Horis draft sketches btw) 

Then look at how happy Midoriya is to be able to be friends with Kacchan.. <3 

And he fuckin bi panicked when ever Katsuki said “You’ve made what you borrowed your own, huh?” *while the screen turned bright*. Like wtf this is so fruity I can’t with them istg.

Conclusion, Midoriya would be so fucking happy if they got into a relationship- I mean think about it...

Next lets think about Katsuki... Oh boy the gayass bitch. 

He’s been wanting to hold his hand for YEARS probably. They’re even lyrics in a Op/ED song that has a lyric saying “And in a dream I will take your hand and, I will hold it forever.” Could that be Bakugous POV?

Bakugou even has done crazy shit for Midoriya too...

“I never felt that sensation. Like being on death’s door in total crisis.” BROOO HE FELT LIKE HE WAS DIEING WHEN MIDORIYA WAS???!??! Thats just so fucking sad and I’m tearing up...

Look at that my little bkdks... These are panels to him reacting to Deku’s hero name.

“Keep your eyes on me, Deku you dweeb *with a seductive face*” Bakugou buddy... And the fact that this was right in front of a lady in a skin tight costume. This is just very homo of him.

Him taking a hit through the stomach too.. And then whenever he wakes up he goes straight to asking if Deku is okay and other people ofc.

If you hate him go eat dog shit with no water. You have to realize that he isn’t a horrible person and Hori is trying his best to get that through your thick ass skull. You are just stubborn at this point if you hate him.

Also look at him looking and smiling at Midoriya and All Might... This just makes me cry... 

Oh and yeah they totally aren’t romantic.

*looks directly at lips*

*gets flustered from his face lmao*

Okay tell me that they hate each other again? I don’t know why y’all want them to hate each other, like do you want it to be toxic lmfao.

- Again most popular ship-

- Lyrics from MHA op/ed the lyrics may not be in order but here are the highlights! Also screenshots aren’t by me they are by my bkdk besties.

You’re gonna tell me they are platonic and catching Cherry Blossoms?-

- OFA canon romantic.

This looks like a cover of a romance anime lol.

So in conclusion they do have a pretty romantic, developed, angst/slowburn, chemistry, platonic even, relationship. And you can’t deny that at this point. And the fact that I was gonna add more but couldn’t because maximum photos says A LOT lmao. 

[nighttimefjaeril]

Shipper manifesto (or "why do I ship Houmei/Jyoan?")

Welcome to rareshipping hell, grab a seat, grab a drink, ‘cause this is gonna be a long one.

So, I’m pretty sure that anyone that has ever the slightest interaction with me, can at least tell two things about me: 1. I’m incredibly, borderline insanely passionate about Saiyuki Ibun 2. I love Jyoan and Houmei the most.

Now, I’m sure that most of you also know that I not only I love them separately, as their own characters, but also together. ‘Cause I ship them, you know. Hard. I’m probably not very subtle bout that, am I? But at the same time, I have to say that, unless I’m in an environment where I know people are gonna be accepting, I don’t feel extremely comfortable talking about it. Why? I’m not sure to be honest. This is not a problematic pairing by any stretch of the imagination, the guys are roughly the same age and there are no signs of dub or non-con in their dynamics. I guess that what it all boils down to is my fear of having people come up and tell me “But WHY?”. Which, to be fair, it isn’t an offensive question at all, per se. It’s probably that people wanna know the reasons behind me shipping these two characters. Gosh, they probably never thought about it, they’re just curious, and understandably so. It’s just that my silly, insecure mind can’t help but perceive this otherwise innocent question as judgemental. As in like “How can you ship these two as they barely interacted in the first volume??” , “How can you ship them when you should ship Koumyou with Ukoku (I do) and in his Houmei-form with Toudai (I also do, I’m a shameless multishipper) and Jyoan has Ganpuku (I…sort of do?) as his go-to shipping partner!”. Again, I’m not saying that these are necessarily the other person’s thoughts behind the question, it’s just how my mind perceives it most of the time, and I feel like I have to justify myself for liking it, in a way. Well, today I thought I try and leave my insecurities behind and explain once and for all why not only I ship Houmei and Jyoan, but it’s also probably my OTP. For now. Until Minekura gives us more Ibun and you know, things may change…

Why do you ship Houmei/Jyoan?

There are many ways I could start this… it’s a combination of things really. The easiest way to put it is this: I’m in love with the potential dynamics of their relantionship, based on the chemistry of their personalities… which is definitely the most developed thing about Ibun characters so far. Not the estabilished history with each other, as there is very little of it at this point as the story has just began; not their backround, which is hinted at best, and not their motivations, which in most cases are still pretty murky. But their personalities, their well-roundness… for characters that have only appeared in one volume, they’re all incredibly developed. This is one of Minekura’s greatest strengths: being able to create intriguing and memorable characters within their first apperance. Of course there is room for further development for all Ibun characters (including Houmei, we may have seen more of him compared to but we still know so little about it) but as far as the core of their personalities goes they’re incredibly well-constructed and adaptable for many, many scenarios.

We know that Jyoan is a proud, ambitious, tsundere-like character that wants to be at the center of attention at all costs; we know that Houmei is a free-spirited, kind but sneaky, incredibly gifted boy that succeeds in everything he does with very little effort. With these canon elements in mind, I think it’s only natural to imagine a scenario where Jyoan, who is probably one of the most driven candidates, would feel nothing but a devouring envy towards Houmei, who pretty much surpasses him in everything (hell Minekura even pointed out that Jyoan is one of the best with spells… only second to Houmei :’D) without even trying. We haven’t seen this yet, true, but to me it’s just a natural progression of the premise we’re given with these two. Actually, we have proof  that Jyoan is well aware of Houmei’s incredible talent, as he has shown towards the end (he basically wants him out because he knows he’s the biggest threat, and goes as far as to saying that “Whatever they test they put him through, Houmei will manage”. He states that in front of everyone too, and guys, this is Jyoan we’re talking about, someone who would put anyone down in favor of himself at any chance!). So, knowing Jyoan’s pettiness and… not-so-understated personality, I can’t expect nothing but obsessive jealousy towards Houmei. And once the object of his obsession realizes that, after wondering for quite some time why does that purple-haired weirdo keep looking at him like he wants to put a hex on him, wouldn’t you think that Houmei wouldn’t pass the chance to take this to his advantage, or at least have some fun with it at Jyoan’s expenses? 'Cause let’s face it, Jyoan is lthe perfect victim for Houmei’s trolling, more than anyone else; he’s touchy, petty, resentful and while I wouldn’t call him dumb nor exactly naive, I think… he would fall for it? :’D At the beginning at least; I stongly believe that at some point he would be able to tell that Houmei is full of shit, and why you ask? Easy: because Jyoan hides his true personality behind a mask as well. A narcissistic and self-confident façade that hides his insecurities and weaknesses, just like Houmei hides his real nature behind his ditzy and goofy persona. I think that, once they get to know each other a little bit more, it would be pretty apparent to both, and the discovery would lead to some tense and perhaps dramatic moments between them (you know, like “Bitch you fake” “LOL bitch look who’s talking” xD).

So yeah. We have Jyoan’s obsessive jealousy towards Houmei, and Houmei taking advantage of that for his own enjyoment. They both may be calling each other fake at some point and may get into a twink fight. So where does romance come to play in all this?

To be fair, I’m not even sure if I ship this romantically or not. I mean, I do I guess, but not in a “and they lived happily ever after” kind of way (do I ever lol). I will say this: I definitely believe that,given the premises aforementioned, I don’t think it’s hard at all to imagine some romantic/sexual tension building between them as a natural progession. Because you see, obsessiveness can lead to attraction pretty easily, in a “love-hate” kind of way. Isn’t “being attracted to your rival” one of the tropes as old as time (from Jyoan’s pov that is)? Besides, it may be a pretty weak point to make, but Jyoan is obsessed with beauty, too, and well, is there anyone more beautiful than Houmei around the temple (beside Jyoan himself, of course, of course! :’D )? Let’s be honest, Jyoan is a bit shallow that way, he would be attracted to the prettiest person… second to him :p I do however believe that his attraction wouldn’t be limited to that: it’d be a mix of awe and jealousy towards Houmei’s talent, his intelligence, his popularity, his good looks… would Jyoan ever admit that? No, but deep down, would he want to (get) hit (by) that? Probably.

This took only Jyoan’s side into consideration, so what about Houmei? Why would he be attracted to Jyoan?

First of all, I would like to make a point about Koumyou that comprises every other ship revolving around him: usually, it’s pretty easy to tell how the other person involved feels about Koumyou. But how about him? Do we really know how he truly feels about Ukoku, Goudai or whomever? We can imagine that he cares about them, sure, but does he really show it? I think not, at least not to the extent that the other person does. That’s because Koumyou is an incredibly aloof, distant person, with a very complex and detatched attitude towards life itself. His Houmei-form isn’t that much different, quite the contrary: he may hide it more behind his goofball façade, but his thoughts and attitude aren’t less enigmatic than his more mature self.

Having said that… based on what was said earlier, I think that Houmei wouldn’t think much of Jyoan at first. The “rival” narrative doesn’t really hold up for him. He would definitely find Jyoan odd (which he is), maybe irritating even, and perhaps him and Toudai would make fun of him a little, 'cause remember, Toudai doesn’t like Jyoan and viceversa (they would never bully him of course, but maybe commenting something along the lines of “Oh that weirdo is making a fuss again, how did he even end up here?”). But after playing some practical jokes on him and getting to know him better, I feel he would warm up to Jyoan quite a bit. He would find his tsundere-ness and over-the-top-ness pretty endearing, probably because it would make him laugh. He would have fun around Jyoan, in a way or another. They’re both pretty strange, “extra ” kind of people, not in the same way of course, but they do share some similarities and who knows, they may discover they have more stuff in common than they think (like c'mon, like they wouldn’t love spending their evenings with clad in robes, face masks on, catching up with some ridiculous gayass program that only them would be into :’D). Also, I feel that Houmei would be able to pick up on Jyoan’s attraction (or well, weird mix of contrasting feelings and “I-it’s not like I like you or anything, b-baka”) towards him pretty soon, and would he go for it? Sure, why not? I feel that Houmei would be…adventurous that way and would basically go with the flow, it the premises are right. Knowing him, he would definitely take pleasure in teasing Jyoan and well, basically play with him a bit, unless… things turn into a nuisance. If it takes too much effort, Houmei is likely to lose interest fast, leading both parties to frustration and unresolved sexual tension. Which, I don’t know about you, I’m all for. (Also, I have no problem picturing Houmei finding Jyoan attractive, he’s a pretty boy, just like he is. Unless he’s solely into big, masculine dudes, which I think not *cough*Ukoku*cough*, I think that there are good chances that he would find him fuckable. I don’t think he would have a “type” anyways).

Ok, now that we’ve roughly estabilished how their dynamics and chemistry work, what’s next? Would they fuck? If yes how?  Would it be hot or not (Hell yeah it would!)?

And then what?

Alright, let’s talk about sex. I don’t know about you, but the temple of hot dudes in fundoshi scenario just works for me. Much like prison, the military etc., it’s one of those things where sexual frustation may lead even the straightest man to… exploration (I don’t think it’s Houmei and Jyoan’s case, BUT). Without elaborating too much on it, I think that, if these two would reciprocate attraction, it’s most likely that they would end up doing it. Why wouldn’t they? They’re young  men in their prime and probably suffering from the worst case of blue balls ('cause you know, forced celibacy), it’s only natural that they would find a way to release some tension. I have a thing for Koumyou as a top in general, and with Jyoan, well… Jyoan definitely strikes me as a bottom. I’m not saying he wouldn’t top like ever, but… yeah, it’d be definitely a very rare occurance. Ok, one could argue “the feminine one as the bottom cliché”, but actually, I don’t think it’s quite the case with these two: in fact, they’re both pretty feminine dudes. Dare I say that, between the two, Houmei could be actually the most feminine? Appearance-wise Jyoan has a more androgynous look, but who speaks like a schoolgirl and uses “watashi” between the two? Minekura mentions that Jyoan can be surprisingly masculine at times, and I can honestly see that, as in his demenor is definitely more aggressive and imposing. Despite all that, Jyoan in my eyes would still be the world’s biggest bottom, and a very submissive one at that. Me and others have often referred to him as a “pillow queen”, too, which I think it’s very fitting: Jyoan makes you work for it, only then he would reciprocate…maybe (I headcanon him to be pretty skilled at oral though, blame it on the illustration where he’s licking a lollipop: goddammit Minekura, be a little bit more subtle about it :’D). But all the attention must be on him, all the time. As for Houmei… he would be happy to oblige :D He’s the most adaptable and creative of the two, and he would get a kick out of dominating Jyoan, for sure; no matter the position or role, he’d be the one in control all the time. And Jyoan would be totally ok with it, whether he admits it or not. Also, I could picture them being into some light kink stuff, nothing too extreme, but you know for sure that ropes would be heavily involved (well guys, Koumyou would have had to practice on someone before going all out on Ukoku, wouldn’t he? ;) ). To put it shortly, I think that they would have very good sexual chemistry. Would that reduce their relantionship to the one of two fuckbuddies? Eh, don’t think so. Perhaps it could start that way, you know, once they overcome all the confusing feelings and tension (which may take a while lol). But I do believe that they would definitely manage to estabilish some form of emotional connection and bond, once they get to know each other better. And since we know that they’ll spend at least two years together living under the same roof, I’d say that there is more than enough time for that.

Having said that… do I think that their relantionship is meant to last forever? Probably not.

…

“BUT YOU SAID IT’S YOUR OTP AND YOU DEDICATED THIS UNREASONABLY LONG POST TO THEM AND-” Ok, ok, I know, but hear me out. Not all otps are meant for an happy ending. Some of us prefer some… contrasting and unbalanced dynamics that would lead to drama. Tormented lovestories. Awful people doing awful stuff and making each other suffer. Perhaps it’s one person loving the other more and receiving less in return? Perhaps it’s a crippling inferiority complex leading them to believe that? Or perhaps it’s simply a matter of incompatibility, despite all the love and the good that it’s there? Or it could be also for reasons that go beyond their will. Or it could also be just that Jyoan is an egoistic and childish piece of shit and Houmei is a manipulative insincere bastard, you know. I do sense a certain degree of dysfunctionality between them, of the kind where being together doesn’t bring up the best but the worst in them. I’m not saying that there is no other way to interpret their relationship, and I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t dream of a universe where Houmei and Jyoan would grow to become just like the guys from Vicious (if you have never seen it, look it up and tell me that Sir Ian McKellen and Derek Jacobi’s characters aren’t Jyoan and Houmei respectively in their sixties :'3 ). But I do believe that, in a way or another, their relantionship is probably not going to be a long-lasting one. Probably too much drama. Too much instability. Lack of trust and fear of committment could play a role in it, too (no I’m not blaming everything on Houmei, like can you imagine how it must be being around a perpetually pissed primadonna for a long period of time? Yeah, can’t really blame him). Even with this conviction in mind, do I still love it and ship it to death? Heck yeah. If anything, this only reinforces my devotion, as it’s said that the most beautiful things are meant to be short-lived…you know, like a butterfly (insert JYOAN IS GONNA DIE IN IBUN!!!! conspiracy theory).

I think that I covered everything. I guess I could get into the whole symbolism topic, bringing up the fact Houmei being very often surrounded by butterflies in Ibun illustrations, including a black one, and well, Jyoan has been associated with both butterflies and the color black (the black kitsune mask illustration and his “mundane” clothes are always monochromatic, too); I could also point out that butterflies are attracted to light  (Houmei = light ; Jyoan = buttefly), until they burn themselves to death; I could bring up the fact that their birthdays’ numbers are basically flipped (Houmei -> 29/08; Jyoan -> 28/09 = 29/08 28/09) and more. The thing is, I don’t think I necessarily need to bring any evidence to the table in order to make this pairing acceptable. Or any other pairing, for what it’s worth. 'Cause at the end of the day, it’s all a matter of taste. My reasons for shipping a pairing are personal and legitimate, and don’t require any justification for that. I wrote this so-called manifesto mostly for myself, as a way to rationalize why I like Houmei/Jyoan so much. If, at the same time, this can help others understand my fascination behind it, and who knows, maybe appeal some into learning more about it, then even better. I’m not trying to convince anyone to ship them or that they’re canon, not at all; I just want to prove that it’s totally ok shipping two characters just based on potential and personal, subjective feelings, and that rarepairs aren’t less “legit” than more universally accepted ships, canon or not. If you look deep enough into the characters and use your own imagination as a way of filling the gaps left empty by canon, anything it’s possible. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

So… could all this gigantic amount of text be summed-up as: “I ship it because I like it”? Well, yes. I’m very sorry.

[trashcanarcana-archive]

⬛️ you keep inviting these gayass memes partner idk what to tell you

a kiss from a prince—-                              one for @banchokun

     “it hurts so much, i think i might cry—”

yosuke just looks at souji. just looks at him hard. his partner is holding up his hand ( and while yosuke can see the angry red marks on his skin from where it got hit, it doesn’t look outright painful ) and making such—an odd face. it was a complete juxtaposition to how he said it. 

souji’s words were lifeless at best, holding no real weight and based on that—-yosuke can’t believe that his hand is genuinely hurt, but the face he’s making makes yosuke want to snatch his hand up just to make sure it wasn’t broken ( also maybe check his face—because, if there was one thing he quietly teased his partner about, it would be that he hasn’t been very good at EMOTING ). souji’s normally stoic face was scrunched up—his brow was pinched, the beginnings of a grimace on his face, and there was the slightest curve of a frown on his mouth. yosuke was alarmed enough by it that he dropped his box cutter and gingerly took hold of the other boy’s hand ( with a quick “here, lemme see” ).

it looked fine. no broken skin, no cuts, doesn’t seem like it’ll bruise—yosuke puts pressure against the red blotches, but souji doesn’t flinch. there’s a pause. yosuke peeks up at his partner ( the beginnings of what look to be annoyance or exasperation on his face ) as he presses again—harder. souji’s face had already smoothed out, and—and if he’s not mistaken, there’s a little twinkle of amusement in his eyes. yosuke takes full offense.

     “what’s wrong with you? i thought you were actually hurt!”

yosuke grumbled. by all rights, he should be letting go now, and he had half a mind to, but he gave another quick check just in case ( better safe than sorry! but, nope. still looked fine ).

     “i am hurt.”

     “no, you’re not. you’re fine, you big baby. you didn’t even sell it that well.”

     “totally wounded.”

     “see, i don’t think i believe you—”

     “mortally wounded.”

     “alright, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

     “i’m dying, yosuke. dying.”

     “oh what—you want me to kiss it better or something?        you hardly need a bandaid—”

yosuke choked on a scoff. souji was staring at him ( rather expectantly ), and yosuke couldn’t help but fumble a little ( a lot. he babbled something like “wh–what? dude, c'mon you’re not five! i–i’m NOT kissing your hand better!” ). but, his partner didn’t relent. the longer yosuke rambled on for an excuse to not kiss his hand, the more souji’s eyes burrowed into him. and like the weak bitch he is, yosuke caved.

with an indignant squawk of “fine! FINE! i cannot believe you—”, yosuke ( cheeks bright pink at this point. because goddamnit—this is humiliating. at least there’s no one here to watch them ) brings souji’s hand up to his lips and presses a quick peck on the pink mark. there’s a sliver of a smile on souji’s face. ever so slight. he keeps his hand close to yosuke’s face even with the other boy lets go. & the magician stares at him. the look on his face shifts from confusion to oh my god i’m going to kill you.

     “no—”        an unwavering, almost cheeky stare answers him.      “no no, i already DID IT. i kissed your booboo, we’re DONE—”        there’s a dip in souji’s eyebrows and yosuke gives—     “you can’t be seriou—oh, just hold on!”

yosuke, disgruntled, holds souji’s hand. he presses one kiss–-two––three obnoxiously loud kisses onto the mark, presses another onto his palm; one on the back oh his hand, yet another on his knuckles. he chances a glance at souji, and his heart catches in his throat, the fevered, rushed, flustered feeling leaves him ( because shit—the soft look on souji’s face isn’t something he can handle. the tiny smile is back and sitting so innocently ) and he pauses…

                         normal friends don’t do this.

his brain tries its damnedest to rationalize this. but—-this situation is so stupid, huh? he’s kissing a mark that probably won’t even bruise. they’re being dumb kids at work ( yosuke’s work, anyway ), souji’s helping him out because he’s just cool like that ( always, always, always ), & souji’s—he’s just got this look on his face; that tiny smile, the soft droop of his eyelids, yousuke’s fazed by the fact that he can see that on his partner’s face. he’s looking at yosuke like—well, he doesn’t have a word for it. but, there’s something warm & painful rolling around in his chest, and whatever it is makes him shy away.

he presses another kiss on the backs of souji’s fingers before letting go.

     “okay there! now you can’t complain because i kissed like everything.         your whole hand has been blessed & shit—-”

yosuke’s eyes skirt across the floor, there’s color on his face; he moves to face his work again. his words have no bite, no punch, or fight. they’re mumbled & soft. this is—-bad. oh, this is definitely bad…..